Publicados por Fabriii 0

Deleteeeee

Night fell in the abandoned warehouses of Cypress Flats. The metallic echo of the nearby trains set the rhythm of a city that never sleeps. Fabri Royce, dressed in his classic gang style, thick chains and cold gaze, arrived in a black VST-R with tinted windows. Behind him, several of his men secured the area, keeping their weapons discreet but ready. Kenshi Nakamura, head of a group with Japanese roots that moved businesses from Little Seoul, was waiting for him inside the warehouse. Serene and elegant, he wore a dark suit, contrasting with Royce's rudeness. They both shook hands firmly, aware that that night could change the course of their territories
They talked about traffic routes, weapons that would enter through the port and contacts in the south that secured merchandise without noise. The pact was simple: the SwaggerBoyz and CHINESSE would not set foot in business, on the contrary, they would strengthen them. Cypress Flats and Rancho would be strong points for Royce, while Kenshi would maintain his power in Little Seoul and discreetly expand into El Burro Heights. In the end, a toast with glasses of whiskey sealed the agreement. It wasn't friendship, it was business. On the street, that was worth more than blood.

After 4 years in prison

After four long years behind bars, the members of SwaggerBoyz finally crossed paths again. Time had changed things, but not everything. The streets still felt the same, the corners still held memories, and Jamestown Street remained exactly how they left it.

Their reunion wasn’t loud or emotional. There were no hugs, no dramatic moments. It was natural, almost silent, like nothing had ever really broken between them. Just a few nods, a look, that unspoken understanding only people from the same struggle can share.

Leeshawn Fields, the half-brother of Fabri Royce, had just come back to the neighborhood. The air felt familiar, almost heavy with nostalgia. As he walked through the streets, he began to recognize faces—older, tougher, but still the same people deep down. Names started to click in his mind: Billy Brown, Tyrone Watts… people he grew up with, people who had seen the same things he had.

They weren’t brothers by blood, but that never mattered. The streets made them family long ago. Leeshawn always saw them that way, and nothing about prison or time apart was going to change that.

When their eyes met, there was no need for words. No smiles, no tears. Just respect. They acknowledged each other as survivors—men who never truly left the neighborhood, even when they physically did. Their loyalty hadn’t faded. If anything, it had hardened.

One by one, more familiar figures started showing up. Old names, old stories, old bonds. SwaggerBoyz wasn’t just a memory anymore—it was forming again, right there on the same pavement where it all started.

Jamestown Street noticed.
The people noticed.
The energy shifted.

The old generation was back, and even without saying a word, it was clear—something was about to begin again.

With the "CHINESSE" organization we coordinate the purchase and sale of drugs, such as ecstasy, joint, cocaine, heroin and others. He organized to do it in my area, "Rancho". Doing business, I met the leader of "CHINESSE", Mr. "Kenshi" from the well-known family in China, the "Nakamura", Kenshi, came with his two bodyguards, one nicknamed "El Colima" and the other as "Smith "." We shook hands, and made the deal. When doing this, we exchanged drugs for money, approximately $100,000 dollars, and set off with our vehicles.

                                                      🇷​​🇦​​🇳​​🇰​​🇸​

Swagger– Supreme leader of the group, the founder and the main face. Control important movements, alliances and decisions. His word is law.
HeavyWeight– Swagger's right hand. Oversees large operations such as trafficking, illegal business, and leader security. Answer only him.
Enforcer– In charge of imposing discipline within the gang and enforcing the name on the street. Ensures that orders are fulfilled.
OG– Veteran member respected for his seniority. He has survived neighborhood wars and earned recognition. Your advice has weight in decisions.
Associated– Close ally of the group, it may be from another gang or someone who cooperates with business. It's not core, but it moves under the respect of the SwaggerBoyz.
Gang– Active member. Participates in criminal activities, protects the territory and represents the gang on the street.
Dealer– Responsible for moving merchandise, whether weapons, drugs or other businesses.
Idle– Sympathizer or newcomer. Perform minor tasks to earn a place within the gang.
Tiny Locs- The smallest or newest. They serve as messengers, lookouts and run errands. They aspire to rise through the ranks over time.

Leader: Fabri Royce "The Swagger" is a different gangster, while many seek to camouflage themselves with suits and ties, he maintains the gang essence that forged him. Their clothing continues to be that of the slums: baggy pants, wide t-shirts with striking prints, gold chains, tilted caps and expensive sneakers, often stained by the asphalt of the street. You don't need to appear to be “businessman” to inspire respect; His mere presence imposes. In business he moves with the mentality of a gangster: control, hierarchy and discipline. He has contacts in arms and drug trafficking, he controls parts of the city with the same logic as a crime family, but his soldiers are still young people from the neighborhood, raised in the same life as him. Fabri Royce does not forget his origins and prefers to maintain a style that connects him with the street, because he knows that this image makes him untouchable among his people.

SwaggerBoyZ maintains its active presence on the streets of Cypress Flats, Rancho and El Burro Heights, where they control corners, monitor the movement of rivals and circulate their drug and weapons business. These areas have become their terrain, marked with graffiti and colors that make it clear who dominates the neighborhood. They move in groups, always attentive to the police and enemy gangs, ensuring that every street they step on remembers that the SwaggerBoyZ remains firmly in the game.

The SwaggerBoyZ is a gang born in the 80s in Compton, made up of young people from the neighborhood who sought to defend themselves from rivals and the police. Over time they went from simple street control to the drug and weapons trafficking business, which gave them respect and money. They mark their presence with colors, tattoos and graffiti, and use small businesses as a front to move cash. More than a band, they are a brotherhood: belonging means carrying the history of the neighborhood in your blood.